“Silver Adventures”- Captain Joshua Slane – 27AP20- ‘No movement…good!’

⛵ ⛵ ⛵ ⛵...(Tour of "High Island")...

[Last time...]

“These must be th' guest's quarters!" Ickied said with a grin, “A scuttle in one and yoo in th’ other?”
“Weel, Ahh’m nae sleepin’ wi’ yoo sweaty mates!” Errislravenhill joked as she pulled back the flap on the second teepee, “Mebbe better than th' women's bunk-hoose on ship!"
“Wished Ahh coods says th' same!" Ickied replied, his dark eyes catching hers as they awkwardly stood in front of their tents.

“Dae ye think th' crew will be alright?” Errislravenhill asked quietly.
“Ne'er better, nae doobt! Shair leave an' such..."
“Aye, shair leave…” She replied as she rolled her eyes, “Good night Ickied.”
“Good night Sairrr.”
“Ickied...ye dornt havs tae call me ‘Sairrr’ when th' cheil arenae aroond…." She said as her bright eyes caught his.
“Aye…Errisl….”

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[Later that night...western edge of the Montagnais Indian village...]

The moon was high in the sky over the Montagnais Indian village by the time Petty Officer – Sailmaker Errislravenhill retired to the smaller of the two teepees, while Petty Officer – Yeoman Ickied headed into the larger.

It struck Errislravenhill curious that Ickied did not return to the festivities in the village square with the rest of the crew.

“A guid cheil ‘att one!”, She thought to herself.

Tired from the journey and also the long, tense meeting with the Chief Ahanu, Errislravenhill set her musket down near the bedding on the floor, and then carefully unbuckled her Damascus steel blade and laid it next to it.

Lastly came the dagger from the rear of her belt.

Satisfied that her weapons were all within reach, she pulled her tunic up over her head and tossed it aside. Her bare breasts tingled in the chill of the night and she hurried to remove her leggings and slip under the heavy bear skin blanket on the woven corn shuck mattress. Sleep came quickly and deeply for the weary warrior despite the distant pounding of the drums and far-off chanting.

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Making almost no sound as he moved through the trees on the western side of the village, the Chief’s counselor ‘Bishta’ set his eyes on the two lone teepees at the far end of the village boundary. The larger one he eyed cautiously.

“No movement…no men outside…good!” He thought as he continued on his way towards the smaller one.

Standing behind it, just ten feet away, he gripped the handle of his razor-sharp antler dagger as his eyes surveilled the area carefully. With no noise heard and no activity, he quickly rounded the smaller teepee and pulled back the door flap. In the light of the moon he saw what he was looking for. He entered quickly!

With the stealth that years in the woods had taught him, he made his way over to the huddled form of Errislravenhill laying on her mattress. He slowly kneeled down beside her and then paused. In the moonlight her hair glistened like black and red gemstones. Her face was fair and her eyes, closed in a peaceful repose.

Bishta then slowly untied his loin cloth and let it drop to the floor. His passion was running high and his eyes glowed like a wolf on the hunt for its mate!

Slowly, ever so slowly he reached forward and took hold of the bear skin, pulling it off of her. Then, in the dim light of the moon he inhaled deeply as her chest lay bare in his sight! He could contain himself no longer, as he rolled over on top of her, covering her mouth roughly with one hand and holding the sharp point of his blade against her neck with the other!

<<< “UMMMMHMMM!!!!” >>>

Errislravenhill muttered frantically in an attempt to scream as she opened her eyes and saw her enemy!

“Make no noise squaw! Or this blade will pierce your heart before you can take your next breath!” Her attacker grunted harshly in the Montagnais tongue.

Understanding none of his words, it took a moment for Errislravenhill to comprehend what was happening. She quickly began to resist, but it was to no avail as the old warrior pinned her down hard on the mattress, and dug the tip of his blade deeper into her neck!!

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Vocab fur lainlubbers:

'att (that)
bludy nora (bad luck)
cheil (man)
consarn it (damn it)
dinnae (do not)
everain (everyone)
eh'd (I'd)
feel (fell)
gang (go)
hoo (how)
intae (into)
jimmies (boys)
ken (know)
loch (like)
lit (let)
mustnae (must not)
nae (not)
och (oh)
pinkid pimpernic (little bitch)
reit (right)
shair (shore)
tois (two)
uir (our)
waurs (worse)
yak (eye)

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References: Pictures from: www.freeimages.com, www.pexels.com, pixabay.com, steemit.com an’ www.google.com/maps. Data loosely interpretted froms: Wikipedia, an' sometimes finely crafted reit from th' author's extensiff personal experience an' such.

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